Octopus or swordfish, that is the question.
We were given a choice.
A menu the length of two arms, a battalion and a snooker table.
If we chose wrong we would be fired…or fired at,we weren’t sure.
Dismissal would have been easier, we could resign but then there’d be nowhere to hide.
Nowhere to run to.
We’ll take over the whole joint, that’s what we boldly decided.
Now, everyone has to answer to us and answer our questions – correctly – or else.
What a weird dream!
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